Now burst through the air,
That even the sun ye in darkness may cover,
Divide now the oceans and rage the world over,
That even heaven may repine!

2. Recit. (B) Aeolus

Yes, yes!
The hour is now near at hand
When I for you my loyal subjects
The exit from your solitude,
(For soon the summer days will end)
To freedom shall lay open.
I give you pow'r
From evening until morning,
From midday until mid of night
To vent your rage and anger,
That clover, flowers, leaves
Midst frigid frost and snow
May feel your blasts with terror.
I give you pow'r
The cedars to send crashing
And mountain peaks to spit asunder.
I give you pow'r
The boist'rous waters of the ocean
With your great force so high to raise,
That constellations will imagine
Their fire must soon through you, expiring, dim and die.

3. Aria (B) Aeolus

How I will burst with laughter
When all is thoroughly confused!
When even cliffs stand not secure
And when the housetops shatter,
Then I will burst with laughter!

4. Recit. (T) Zephyrus

O rev'rend Aeolus,
Within whose lap I'm wont to nestle
And in thy peace take pleasure,
May this thy stern resolve
In me not all too soon strike terror;
Delay now, let in thee,
As boon to me,
Some pity yet be wakened!

Thou shalt soon bring me close to weeping.
What? See I not Pomona here?
And, if I'm right, there's Pallas, too, with her.
Say, worthies, say what ye would have of me?
For on your mind is surely something weighty.

7. Aria (A) Pomona

If these cheeks of rosy color,
In which all my fruit finds rapture,
Can thine angry heart not capture,
Ah, then tell me, canst thou see
How the leaves upon the branches
Are to earth in sadness bending,
That their sorrow be averted
Which to them is bound to be.

8. Recit. (A, S) Pomona, Pallas

(Pomona)
Then wouldst thou, angry Aeolus,
Just like a cliff of stone
To my petition stand?

(Pallas)
Well then, I will and must
With mine own sighing venture;
Perhaps to me
That which, Pomona, he
In silence hath denied thee,
Will he allow.

(Pallas, Pomona)
Fine! If he doth to {me/thee} more kindly then respond.

9. Aria (S) Pallas

O enchanting Zephyrus,
This thy musky-flavored kiss
And thy cooling spying
Shall upon my heights be playing.
Great and good King Aeolus,
Say then, please, to Zephyrus
That his musky-flavored kiss
And his cooling spying
Shall upon my heights be playing.

10. Recit. (S, B) Pallas, Aeolus

(Pallas)
Mine Aeolus,
Ah, hinder not these joyous moments
In which my Muses' Helicon
A feast, a festival of gladness
Upon his lofty peaks presents.

(Aeolus)
Then tell me this:
Why doth to thee
Especially this day so precious,
So dear and sacred seem?
O bother and distress!
Shall I then here a woman's purpose
Within mine own domain accomplish?

(Pallas)
And I'll in my contented peace
For mine August bring the feast.

(Pomona, Zephyrus)
We are for thy festivities
With equal joy at ease.

13. Aria (A, T) Pomona, Zephyrus

(Pomona)
Boughs and branches
For thy feast now pay advances
Of their bounteous excess.

(Zephyrus)
And my mirth must I profess,
This thine August to pay honor,
And this day's great joy to garner.

(Pomona, Zephyrus)

I bring now my {harvest/whispers } with gladness to thee,

(Both)
That all for the frolic more perfect might be.

14. Recit. (S) Pallas

Yes, yes! I bid you come myself to this glad scene:
Arise now to my beetling regions,
Where joy doth midst the Muses reign,
Who wait, inflamed with eager passions.
Rise! let us now, as we rush yonder,
The air with happy wishes sunder!

Thy contentment, let it flower,
That thy teaching, thine endeavor
May those very plants uncover
Which shall a land one day to glory stir.

1. Pallas is another name for Athena (Minerva), Pomona is the Roman
goddess of fruits, Zephyrus is the west wind, and Aeolus is the King of
the winds. The storm dispatched by Aeolus is drawn loosely from Vergil,
Aeneid 1.

2. Pieria was a region of Macedonia sacred to the Muses; thus,
the Pierinnen are the Muses.

3. The name August (in Latin and English, Augustus), both in its
etymology from augeo 'increase' and in its application not only to the
first Roman emperor but to the reigning Elector of Saxony and King of Poland,
Augustus II, is a propitious name. Though this cantata honors the
Leipzig teacher Dr. August Friedrich Müller (born 1684, 1707 Magister,
1717 Doctor juris, 1731 promoted to Professor, 1733 and 1743 Rector magnificus),
Bach performed it with a new text for the coronation of Augustus III, 17
January 1734 (BWV 205a). In the English underlay it is necessary
to keep the German spelling of the name. Bach accents its second
syllable in this movement and its first syllable in the final chorus.